I normally confine myself to either shouting loudly at defenders preparing to shoot from too far out - Kompany v Leicester, or Walker v Newcastle for example, or offering set piece advice - "Don't let Flower / Spanish Dave have it" (Ipswich & Newcastle). (In my defence, prior to recently becoming the world's finest exponent of a free kick, Signor Silva's previous efforts were usually dinks landing on the roof of the net)
Anyway, earlier this season I surpassed myself. City were playing an evening cup game (can't recall who against) and me and number one son parked up early doors at St Brigid's, preparing to stroll over to Asda for tea. We normally sit in Colin Bell Level 3 but it was closed for this fixture, so we had been shifted to somewhere in Level 1.
Who should be climbing out of the only other vehicle in the car park but our mate Tony, who sits just in front of us, and was already aware of our preferred pre-match eaterie. As he approached, Tony launched two quick fire questions at me: "Off to Asda for your tea? Where are you sitting?"
Now Tony is a retired pilot and clearly a very intelligent man, so I was somewhat dumbfounded by these two seemingly inane queries, which, in hindsight, I regret thinking were linked. At the time all I could do was hit him with an Alan Partridge shrug and Hugh Grant stammer: "Where.., wherever there's space?"
It was then that I received simultaneous stereo responses. Left ear, Tony - "Not in Asda, you dozy bugger!" Right Ear, Harvster Junior - "Oh, for ***** sake!"
Dear Blue Mooners, have you ever embarrassed yourself in a similar manner....?
Anyway, earlier this season I surpassed myself. City were playing an evening cup game (can't recall who against) and me and number one son parked up early doors at St Brigid's, preparing to stroll over to Asda for tea. We normally sit in Colin Bell Level 3 but it was closed for this fixture, so we had been shifted to somewhere in Level 1.
Who should be climbing out of the only other vehicle in the car park but our mate Tony, who sits just in front of us, and was already aware of our preferred pre-match eaterie. As he approached, Tony launched two quick fire questions at me: "Off to Asda for your tea? Where are you sitting?"
Now Tony is a retired pilot and clearly a very intelligent man, so I was somewhat dumbfounded by these two seemingly inane queries, which, in hindsight, I regret thinking were linked. At the time all I could do was hit him with an Alan Partridge shrug and Hugh Grant stammer: "Where.., wherever there's space?"
It was then that I received simultaneous stereo responses. Left ear, Tony - "Not in Asda, you dozy bugger!" Right Ear, Harvster Junior - "Oh, for ***** sake!"
Dear Blue Mooners, have you ever embarrassed yourself in a similar manner....?